SWNOVELS Chapter 958 You Have A Clue
It was not the first time that Blithe had questioned him.
He looked at Stanford.
“It seems like he really doesn't know where Lindsay had gone.”
Michael was so fearful and timid. He would have said so long ago if he knew where Lindsay had gone.
“Don't worry, and I won't let her out of City B,” All public transportation was implementing the real-name system. Blithe would
know once Lindsay had a record of purchasing a ticket.
He also sent people to spy on railroad stations, high-speed rail stations, and airports.
Stanford remained silent and thought within about where Lindsay could go.
Lindsay was a stranger from another city, and she had no family in City B. Atwood was the only one who had a good relationship
with her.
Without any reliance and help, she could not run out of City B. Even if she could escape, she could only hide in a secret place.
“Mr. Donald, it's your people let go of the prisoner, so you should take responsibility,” Stanford said.
Blithe realized that justice was not on his side and said, “This person will get punished for letting go of a prisoner. It's my
responsibility, and I have never wanted to pass the buck.”
“I don't mean to blame Blithe, but I want to ask for a few people from you to help me,” Stanford just said that on purpose because
he wanted to ask for people from Blithe.
Blithe looked at him, “You have a clue?”
“I'm just guessing where she might be, but I don't have that many people to help me.”
Blithe thought for a moment, “I'll assign three people at most to help you.”
The prisoner had escaped with the help of his people, so he had to take responsibility. It was his duty to look for the prisoner. It
would be helpful to Wu if Stanford could find the prisoner. However, there were not many people he could assign. Besides that,
he had assigned people to look for the prisoner and guard the traffic stations, so the number of people he could transfer was
lesser.
Stanford nodded, “Thank you, Mr. Donald.”
Stanford also had trained a few skilled bodyguards. There were about ten persons with the people assigned by Blithe, and it was
enough for him to look for Lindsay.
“Don't say that I didn't warn you. You can't torture Lindsay by private punishment if you found her, and you must send her back to
me,” Officer Miller was a disciplined person, and he would do according to the law if someone broke the law. He did not allow
Stanford to torture Lindsay because Stanford had no right to do it. It was a crime if he had tortured her privately.
Stanford said, “Of course.”
He did not dare to guarantee Lindsay would die or be alive before sending her back to Blithe. If she did not cooperate and
accidentally injured to death in the process of looking for her, it was not his business.
Both of them were satisfied with the conversation. Stanford left first and planned some things to look for Lindsay. Blithe put
Michael in the room. It was impossible to get Lindsay's news from Michael.
Lindsay hid in the most marginal area of the city after escaping from the hospital. The place was full of foreign residents.
There were many people and chaos.
It was not easy to escape from the hospital this time. Lindsay had completed her plan step by step. She seduced Michael to
have sex with him, pretended to be pregnant, enchanted him to apply for consent for her to execute a sentence outside of jail
because of illness.
She would not have escaped so quickly at first since she had not planned a route yet. However, she had to go to a sudden
bodycheck. She was not pregnant at all, and she would give herself away after the bodychecking, so she had to escape from the
hospital. She got a hundred and twenty dollars in the hospital these few days. Although it was not much, she could find a place
to stay with this money.
She could not stay in a hotel without an ID card, and even if she had the ID card, she did not dare to stay in a hotel. So she
stayed in a built-up rented room.
The room was spartan, and she could keep herself from the rain and wind in the room at least. There was a bed built up of
wooden boards in the room with a quilt on the top of it. Lindsay could barely see the original colour of the quilt.
“The last tenant was a bachelor,” the landlord held the key in her hand and shook it casually, “There's nothing in the room. You
need to buy yourself whatever you want.”
“How much is the rent?” Lindsay was concerned about the money. She did not have much money, so she had to spend it in a
planned way.
“The monthly rental is twenty-four dollars,” the landlord was a middle-aged, plump woman. She had curly hair, wore a heavy gold
chain around her neck, and had gold jewellery in her ears, wrists, and fingers. She dressed like an upstart.
“The room is old and shabby. Make the rental a little cheaper,” Lindsay tried to bargain. The rental of twenty-four dollars was too
expensive for such a shabby and small room that she could only have a bed and a chair in the room.
“Twenty dollars. It can't be any less,” the landlord said with some impatience.
Lindsay took the only one hundred and twenty dollars she had, and she gnashed her teeth and paid twenty dollars to the
landlord, “I rented it. Here you go.”
The landlord took the money, “You can clean up after yourself.”
Lindsay clutched the remaining hundred dollars in her hand and looked at the room with the unpleasant smell. She overcame the
psychological disgust to walk into the room.
She shook the quilt to see if it still could be used. The last tenant must have been a poor hygiene person, and the quilt had an
unpleasant smell.
She definitely could not fall asleep in this room.
She threw the quilt out. There was no window in the room, so she opened the door to let in some fresh air, and she went out to
buy food. Since there was nothing in the room, she was not afraid of someone stealing.
The concrete road had an uneven surface. The road was wet and dirty, and it had potholes.
There was a restaurant that was selling stir-fry food such as stir-fried noodles and such on the corner. Lindsay walked over to the
restaurant and bought a pack of stir-fried noodles.
When she was ready to go back to the room, she met the landlord who had just leased the room to her.
The landlord was not alone there, and two women about her age followed her. However, the two women were much slimmer
than the landlord. They were in a black pantyhose skirt and a low-cut shirt, and they wore powder on their faces and rouged lips.
Lindsay walked to the side and did not take the initiative to greet the landlord. She lowered her head, and her messy hair
covered most of her face.